Loss

There are days and nights when one more loss is just too much. People sit in the comfort and warmth of their own contentment and secure relationships, not having a clue how fragile we are, as we struggle to find our way. Our life is off balance. When you get a glimpse of where you’re going, hope creeps in. Sometimes a bigger picture of opportunity and purpose flashes on our screen, and for a moment, for one glorious, elated moment, we see beyond the immediate horizon to a pathway leading upwards and onwards.

To lose that, a window opening from this tower in which our heart is imprisoned, to once again be cast down into the dark dungeon of our aloneness and hopes and dreams dashed – that is painful indeed. I am a bird still imprisoned in this cold and stony tower.

But for one brief moment, I thought I might soar free across a landscape of vine-covered hills, walk the cobblestone streets of ancient medieval villages, touch the worn stones and feel the passion and fire of people connected to the earth and the simple life, and find myself again.